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“Oh fuck. Oh, fucking fuck me,” Percy gasped in the second between Wren holding still and then rolling the condom on with a single swallow. Percy’s dick gave a hard twitch as Wren sucked hard, pulling all the way off. “Please, please,” he begged.
Wren held it in his grasp—just shy of too tight—and he pressed a hot kiss to the tip before using his lips to pinch it and pull to make room for his come.
Percy’s whole face was hotter than the sun, and he wondered if he could pass out from the sheer amount of blood rushing to his cheeks. He didn’t have time to think after that though. Wren’s hand came between his legs, and his fingers petted gently over his balls, then over his hole, which twitched with disappointment that it wasn’t going to be filled tonight.
But even that didn’t last long. Wren immediately got to work, sucking him with lush push-pulls of his lips and tongue, driving Percy right to the edge before pulling back. Again and again, he felt an orgasm cresting, only for Wren to stop seconds before he let go.
“Why?” he sobbed.
Wren nuzzled Percy’s cock with the side of his cheek, then kissed along the shaft. “Because I like watching you fall apart. And I want to play with you. I want to take my time, gorgeous.”
He felt that word again, this time like a physical caress, as Wren watched his expression. Percy had no idea what his face was doing, and in that moment, he didn’t care. He needed to come. He needed it so badly.
“I feel like I’m dying.”
Wren kissed the join between his thigh and crotch. “Dying? Or living?”
Percy couldn’t answer. Wren opened his mouth and sucked his balls in, rolling them with his tongue before letting go and getting back to work. And this time, when the head of his cock touched the back of Wren’s throat and he felt the familiar heat pooling in his belly, Wren didn’t stop. He sucked harder, squeezing the base with one hand, stroking his balls with the other.
Percy’s eyes squeezed shut, and his hips stuttered up once, twice, and then he let go. His mouth opened on a silent cry as Wren damn near pulled the soul from his body, and he was trembling all over when he finally attempted to catch his breath.
Wren had let him go at some point, and Percy was profoundly aware of the weight on his hip as Wren lay against him, stroking gentle fingers over his stomach. His dick lay half-hard in his thatch of hair—spit-slick with his come trapped behind the latex.
Percy attempted to sit up, but Wren pushed him back down and slid up his body, using his thumb to part Percy’s lips for a messy kiss. He tasted of salt, sweat, and rubber, and Percy felt half-wild with another sort of need.
“Come on me,” Percy whispered.
Wren pulled back, his brows furrowed. “Repeat that.”
Percy swallowed heavily and almost told him never mind, but he didn’t want to take it back. “Come on me.” His hand snaked between them where Wren was still rock hard and dripping. He curled his fingers around Wren’s hard length, then used his thumb to swirl the moisture at the tip.
Wren let out a chest-deep, needy moan. “Perce.”
Percy shuddered and nodded, pushing fingers into the back of Wren’s hair. He held him—not as tight, but maybe even more possessive than Wren had done. “Come on me,” he repeated.
Wren began to rock his hips, his head still tipped down until he gave a hard throb. Lifting his chin, he met Percy’s gaze as he began to fuck his fist in earnest. “Tighter,” he commanded, and Percy quickly obeyed. Wren’s hips snapped forward, shaking them both against the mattress, and Percy began to moan—louder, louder until Wren’s eyes squeezed shut, and he let go.
He came with a quiet cry, dropping down and burying his face against Percy’s neck as his hips slowed. He fucked his still-hard cock against Percy’s stomach a few times, trembling through the aftershocks, and then his breathing started to even out.
Percy’s own eyes closed when he felt soft kisses lay along his jawline, and he let out a small breath as they sank into each other. He wasn’t sure that cuddling was on the agenda, but Wren began to trail soft lines along Percy’s arm just the way he liked.
No, not the way he liked. Somehow, it felt even better.
“Thank you,” he said after a beat, then lifted his chin to look at Percy. “You were amazing. You were so amazing.”
Percy felt his heart ache behind his ribs. This was dangerous. “You can…if you’d like…you can go. I won’t make it awkward.”
Wren’s face went blank for a second. “Is that what you want?”
No. It wasn’t. But he was afraid to say that. “I don’t want to cross any lines.”
Wren let out the softest laugh and laid his head back down against Percy’s shoulder. “Aftercare, sweetness. You were really out of it when you finally came.”
Percy didn’t really know what to say to that. It was true, yes. But the reasons for it were complicated and not anything he wanted to bring between them. So instead, he drew his fingers up and down in soft patterns along Wren’s spine, and the two of them quietly basked for as long as they could stand it.
CHAPTER FOUR
Flopping onto the bed, Wren put the pizza crust in his mouth, then sighed and pulled it out again when he realized he needed his voice to speak. The one thing he’d learned to adore with his Deaf family was the ability to converse and eat at the same time. With hearing people, he had to fixate on their mouths, and it always got so gross.
